It's a cliche, but it's just so true. Time goes too fast. That "blink and they'll be grown" warning that's issued by wise parents to those brand new at the job, is useless until it is too late. As I look at my children, I can feel them slipping through my fingers, powerless to stop those birthdays rolling round.
Just like Charlie, I don't want his birthday to end. I don't want it to be tomorrow. I'd like it to be today forever. Everyone together, happy in that special moment.
When Charlie learnt to ride a bike, I stood and took a picture of his back riding off through the trees along by the river. I remember wishing that I could stay in that moment forever. Today at the grand old age of 8, Charlie was allowed to go in the pool without me. Those years of shivering in the water supervising under eights are done and although sitting on the top watching and knitting is something I've longed for, I feel a bit sad that I'm now only good for handing out the cash for the vending machine and carrying the bags home.